The voice said slowly, "Demon Spiritual Root, looking at the ancient world of cultivating immortals, there is only one person. That person caused a bloody storm in the Demon Realm, but finally fell into a bottleneck period, and finally exploded to death, just because his Demon Spiritual Root is not enough. Pure. And the demon root in your body is not only very pure, but if you choose the right path, you will definitely be able to dominate the world of cultivating immortals in the future, leaving everyone behind."
Yan Rong said in a very calm tone, "Senior, what I have in me is just a fake spiritual root, I'm afraid you have admitted it wrong."
The voice smiled inexplicably, "The old man has lived for tens of thousands of years, so he knows if he admits his mistake. If the old man's guess is right, your false spiritual root was bought by your master in exchange for the half golden core." Bar."
Yan Rong's finger bones were clenched white, her heart suddenly ached, and she remained silent.
"The pair of spiritual roots in the past were just a blindfold. The demonic root will only appear after being greatly stimulated. Even if your master didn't help you reshape the spiritual root, one day the demonic root will be forced. Come out." The voice continued.
Yan Rong understood what he wanted to express, and said in a deep voice, "I'm not a demon."
The voice smiled, "You are born with this demon spirit root, which is the physique of cultivating demons. Even if you are not in the demon world, you are cultivating the so-called righteous way, and sooner or later you will walk on that way. God's will, God's will cannot be violated."
Yan Rong's eyes did not waver, "If there is a day, I will pull out the root of that demon with my own hands."
"Hahaha child, do you think that you can pull out this devil spirit root if you want, it lives with you, and unless you die, you will never be able to get rid of it in your whole life." The old man laughed, his tone full of excitement. Full of helplessness.
Yan Rong looked down, even if he couldn't see the face of the person in his arms, he could still draw the outline of the other person in his mind. He said calmly, "So what, I will never betray Master."
The old man snorted inexplicably, "You regard her as your master, so do you know what she is thinking?"
Yan Rong's eyelids trembled slightly, "Of course I don't know what Master is thinking. Even if I know, it doesn't matter. The important thing is that I am her disciple."
"You really think so? Then do you know that your master wants you to enter the Mahayana stage within three hundred years." The old man said suddenly.
Yan Rong raised her eyes suddenly, and tightened her fingers slightly, "Senior, you and I have never faced each other before."
Seeing that he didn't believe it, the old man said leisurely, "Well, I will let you listen to your master's innermost thoughts."
As soon as he finished speaking, a strange woman's voice came into Yan Rong's mind, "It's too difficult for Yan Rong to enter the Mahayana period for three hundred years."
Completely different from Master, Yan Rong said in a flat tone, "Senior, don't make fun of me."
The old man snorted and said, "Your master was taken away a few months ago, of course the voice is different."
Yan Rong froze on the spot, "What do you mean, senior?"
The old man replied, "I see that the gloomy atmosphere around you carries a lot of grievances. You must have endured a lot of hardships and ups and downs. The calluses on your palms practicing swords have already been covered, which means that you have done all the chores in the past few years. If your The former master was a very friendly person, so why would you be willing to let you be like this. The most important thing is that your false spiritual root has just been formed, and you will believe that your former master will use his own golden core as the price, Let you reshape your spiritual root? Don't you have the slightest doubt in your heart?"
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